Don’t Pull Your Hair Out…(It’ll Leave Bald Spots)…

It is Monday and I definitely feel it.

It’s actually Monday afternoon…and I can see a light at the end of the tunnel.  We are wrapping things up with school for the day, finally.
Middle child is still working on his photography assignment for co-op, but as soon as he’s done…I may literally do a cheer.

Why are Mondays so hard?

About 100 times today…I wanted to pull my hair out.


The kids did not eagerly engage in homeschooling today. Ugh!
I had to give chore reminders more than I should have. Double Ugh!
My 12 year old’s version of good hygiene is not what I’d call average or even adequate. Good grief!


But, then I had to remind myself…deep breaths.

None of this was life threatening or all that important.
They are just normal kids.


So, why does it feel like a BIG DEAL to me?

Because I am anxious about a lot right now, (sigh).


We’ve had doctors appointments and surgery preparations. (We recently found out that our son has a heart condition called SVT that needs to be taken care of.)

Yeah…so I guess it is kind of a big deal, huh?

And…I am behind with…everything, it seems. I don’t like that!
Our normal schedule has been rearranged due to life and…I don’t like that, either!

I am overwhelmed.

Do you ever feel that way?

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People say that it’s easiest to pray when things aren’t going your way. They say that we cry out to Jesus when we need the most help.

But, you know what?

I think it’s easiest to pray when things are going great! It’s easiest to cry out to Him when I just want to praise and thank Him.

I have a much harder time praying when things aren’t okay.
When it’s bad.
When I need help.

I’m working on that.


I just want our son to be okay. I want him to be fine.
But, I take comfort that God already has his story written and that He already knows the outcome.

I also take comfort that Monday is over in a few short hours!

Thank you for praying for our family!




When the Storm Comes


This is a big month for us every year in that both of our boys were born in March.  This year our youngest son turns 12 and our oldest son turns 14.

We have a lot to celebrate and be thankful for in March!!


The youngest son’s day went without a hitch. He had a great party with all his friends, and had a wonderful time!

The older son’s party was planned, too.  But didn’t happen…which broke my heart.


Two days before his birthday, we got up as usual and went to our homeschool co-op. It was a normal day. We arrived on time.  We gathered, sang and worshiped together. We went to our classes and the day proceeded just fine. During clean-up time, he approached me, clutching his heart, saying that he was having an episode. We’ve had these episodes before. The doctors have always assured us that they are asthma related and nothing to worry about. His dad and I have been arguing for a year with them that it’s not nothing.

This time it was different. Our son was in a bad way.  A really bad way.

He was white as a sheet.  He was on the verge of passing out and crying from the pain. I got him to the car and headed to the nearest hospital.  When we pulled in, he said he couldn’t feel his arms and was having trouble staying conscious.

There was NO PARKING anywhere.  I could not believe it.  I had to pull up and have his sister get him in the ER while I prayed for a parking spot to show up.

Once I got inside the ER, he was losing feeling in his legs. After that, it’s all a blur.


I remember that I started yelling. I remember that they were very condescending as they put him in a wheelchair and got him hooked up to a heart machine like we were making it all up.

Until they saw that his heart rate was 280.

Then all hell broke loose.

Staff came out of the woodwork.  They were lifting him onto a gurney and wheeling him off to a room. We were running to keep up.  They got out the largest syringe I’ve ever seen and shot him with it…twice.

They couldn’t find a vein for the IV so they stuck him 5 different times. Blood was just running down him arm.

A nurse stood by with defibrillator paddles…just in case he went into cardiac arrest. What? My world came crashing to a halt.



I would like to tell you that I could feel God’s assurance that my son was going to be okay. That I could hear His voice telling me he was going to be fine.
That He was giving me peace in the middle of this storm.

But, it would be a lie. I felt none of those things.

Nothing they did for him was working. I became acutely aware that this was out of my control. There was nothing I could do. The doctor added another medication to the mix and said that I should pray.  I remember nodding. I remember trying to pray, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t do anything. Nothing happened in my spirit. I was completely frozen.  All I could do was ask God to forgive me and tell Him I trusted Him.


And…we waited for what seemed like a very long time. In reality, it was probably about an hour.

And…BOOM! The third medication worked. IT WORKED!! He stabilized.

And I swear…time stopped.


I cannot tell you how unconditionally his father and I love this child. We would do ANYTHING for him. We would switch places with him if we could.

But, he was going to be okay, and I wept.


He was diagnosed with a heart condition called Supraventricular Tachycardia…SVT. We have already met with the Cardiologist who said that our son will need a procedure to correct the problem.  Apparently, the procedure is done all the time.  It has little to no risk and is out-patient.

We call the Electrophysiologist in the morning.
-Still unsettled and nervous about it.
-Still having trouble talking to God.
-Still trusting Him with all of it, though.


This hope we have, as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure…-Hebrews 6:19

If you think about it…would you pray for us?

In Christ,